A sad story, written in stone.


tombstone

I stopped in Casey, Ill. on my way back from Tulsa, to take a quick search for my grandparent’s graves. It was on a Sunday, so the cemetery office was closed, and I didn’t find the graves I was looking for, but did find this one: a mute but eloquent story of two lives spent together, and sorrows shared.

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